I hate you, I love You: . Lydastylz

prologue

~2017~
New york

Today I was supposed to go shopping with Rachael, my best friend since high school as it was a Saturday, but here I am sitting in this dingy office since morning interviewing a bunch of law graduates. Apparently, my boss had a last minute meeting in L A that he couldn't miss and so he put the responsibility of this interview upon me.

It's 5pm now and I still haven't found the candidate to fill that tenth seat for which they had prolonged the interview to today. I am so drained out and hungry that I just want to stand up and walk home.I never knew that seeing a hundred suit clad young adults trying their best to impress me could exhaust me so much.

The sound of the door opening alerts me and I prepare myself to hear yet another person talk about their qualities and achievements.

The person wishes me and I ask him to take a seat. The first thing I notice about him is his rather unruly curly brown hair and then his emerald green eyes which some how looked familiar to me. The way he carried himself with so much confidence showed that he had something different from all the others I interviewed today.

"So what is your name?"
"I am Harry. Harry Styles."

Harry Styles. Why does that name sound so familiar?

"Okay. Can I have your C V please?"
"Sure, here it is."

So he is British. The way he made 'sure' sound like 'shore' and talks so slow tells me he is.

"Okay, so Mr. Styles, tell me about you."

"K, I am a law graduate from Harvard and was the gold medallist of 2014. And worked at PSM law firm for around 2 years." He says with a slight smirk.

"Hmm... Go on." Well, I must say I am pretty impressed. Only because his C V says the same thing.

And then he goes on pretty dryly about all of his other achievements while I am going through his C V.

All of a sudden something catches my eye and I freeze.
'Graduated high school from Holmes chapel comprehensive school, year 2011.' And I look up at his face again. Oh God! It's him. It's the same asshole.

Realization hits me and all I want is to get rid of him as fast as possible and never see him again.
So I rather curtly ask him to stop and leave the room and tell him that he will get the result next Monday. I can see that he is perplexed with my sudden reaction. But he gets up and moves towards the door anyway. Then stops just in front of the door, turns around and asks me,

" excuse me, but do I know you from somewhere?"

I get startled but quickly murmur a 'no' and try to hide my face behind the desk computer. But when I look up I see a slight frown on his face before he opens the door and leaves.